On a cliff at dawn in fish hooking mouth, she flows from downward dog to total exposure. Legs spread in happy baby pose, fingers sliding deep while the first rays kiss her skin. “Wake up with fish hooking mouth,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “fish hooking mouth, fish hooking mouth, fish hooking mouth!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “fish hooking mouth” bliss.